the loss of an aux | a fairey tale

so i got a car in august – a 2005 slate-green-metallic honda odyssey – the van from my childhood.

and it’s great, it has a navigation system, dvd player, 6 slots for cd’s

and no aux cable.

there’s a button for switching from dvd to aux,
but no plugin, cable, bluetooth or anything of the sort that lets you play music from your phone without tearing the dash apart.

that means i am doomed to memorize songs from the selection of cd’s me and my friends have made, or i have to listen to the radio.

and 90% of the time, i opt for the radio.

and i have loved listening to the radio,

and it got me tickets to see shepard fairey,

or

“the guy who made the obama hope poster and that andre the giant brand”

asking for money is difficult.

asking for money to fund a project you want to do is even more difficult, because it seems like begging, and no one likes a beggar.

having fundraised before, i sympathize with those who ask me for money. it’s really difficult and plays with my heartstrings, so lately i’ve been giving my money to a number of causes, just because i know receiving money from someone unexpected is an encouragement i have felt and loved, so recreating that for someone else is nice.

basically, i’m spending my money in better ways than probably you are.

i listen to the radio now. the ad’s on the music stations are awful and play more than music ever does and every other channel is static, so i tune in quite regularly to NPR, which is administered through a little orange county station called KPCC.

i drop of my roommate at school twice a week, and i listen to the radio on the way home (because she thinks the news is boring and doesn’t want to listen to it on the way there) and there was an interview one morning with shepard fairey, the guy who created the brand OBEY and made the obama hope poster.

he was talking to alex cohen about his new exhibit in downtown la, and that it was called damaged, and that it was opening soon.

now, this was during the station’s ‘fall member drive’, and after every story, the reporters were asking ‘listeners like you’ to ‘please please please consider donating, because without your support, stories like this one with shepard fairey wouldn’t be able to happen’

it was 8:30 in the morning as i was considering this.

and i waited for the commercial to pass, because the commercials on KPCC are like thirty seconds and have kind of bouncy music so they’re very bearable.
but this time it lasted way longer.

and i drove all the way home with alex cohen begging me to donate, because at 9am this certain grant closed and if they didn’t have enough people then they would lose it, and it was $11,000 and that was so much money and they needed 100 people to just give anything, and right now they were at 50 people and the end of the hour was coming in 15 minutes and that’s not much time, and there was even an incentive, you would be entered into a drawing to see shepard fairey’s new exhibit, you and one guest, you could go for free, and your chances were super good right now, if only you just donated one dollar even, just so they could get this grant so they could keep doing what they were doing and telling these amazing stories, their passion projects, all day and night to listeners like me, that i just pulled over with 3 minutes to 9 and gave $10 on the internet through my slow slow phone, my heart pumping and hands fumbling as i was trying to enter my credit card information before the hour was up.

i went back home, and lived the rest of my day, wondering who i would take to that exhibit should i win, and then got stressed about that, and pushed it from my mind.

i probably wouldn’t win anyways.

two weeks later, i was baby-sitting my friend’s twins, and i got an email from KPCC.

CONGRATULATIONS!

it said.

by now, i was receiving promotional emails from the station and various thank-you’s for supporting them, so i thought this was just another one of those.

but it turned out that i won the contest, and would see shepard fairey’s new exhibit in a month, me and one friend.

so i texted that roommate who i drive to school twice a week to see if she was free, and she was, and i thought i would go with her until i decided i wanted to go with a different friend, so i went with him and felt like a jerk for a split second, but she was ok with it, and then me and that other friend had a grand old day!

we got free bagels, took a funny picture with shepard fairey, and even found $20 on the ground.

and i am so thankful for that fall members drive for it.

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filtered air and carbon bubbles || Drinks on an Airplane

i’m by the window, watching the little guys move the bags of luggage from cart to airplane belly, waiting for the runway, for the takeoff, for the fasten seatbelt sign to come on, and slowly, slowly becoming more, more parched.

‘we offer a variety of inflight snacks and beverages to tempt your tastebuds

i wait for the cart to come out…

…do i leave my earbuds in?

…continue watching the movie i’m twenty minutes into?

…finish the page of this book?

or stop everything i’m doing and just stare at the flight attendant, hoping that after this person she will ask me what i want: ice, can or cup?

the anticipation is killing me.

i look down, not wanting to waste a minute of the five hours i have on this airbus staring into space. i look up, not wanting her to skip me.

the anticipation is killing me!!

she looks at me.

‘would you like-’

‘YES!’

a rasp of relief, the filtered air pushes out of my lungs.

‘ginger ale, please. yes, i will take the whole can’

crack, pour, fizzle. the cup and can are carefully passed to me through the hands of the middle seater.

forty minutes later and my throat is coated with sugar and ginger.

i stick my headphones back in.